I am very very sad. Tomorrow night at Ravinia is the Boston Pops playing movie soundtracks, and I have to fucking work. On top of that, I'm closing the fucking store by myself, there's no one to take my place. This has been another summer of totally missing out on Ravinia for reasons I can't control. Why do I always have to be the one to work the hours that no one else wants, because that leaves me missing out on so much shit? Irish fest is this weekend, I kinda wanted to go, but I can't because there's Inventory Saturday in which I will have to run it all by my fucking self. I'm scared shitless and not too happy about it.

As soon as Sue is back from vacation, I'm so fucking gone from that place. I just don't know where that's going to be. Maybe I should try Suncoast again. Yay for movie stuff.

In other news, I found out today that Donna, my old Head Cashier from Home Depot, died. It was quite a shock. I don't know how she did, just that she died. She wasn't very old, I'm assuming it was an accident. Still, it's odd to think I'll never see her again. She wasn't a bad lady, I just felt bad that she always seemed stressed out.